Creed growls angrily, face contorting in rage to something inhuman, as he spins Clarent around once and points him at Toguro. Both hands were clasped to the hilt, gathering all of his energy. The flames around him seem to die out, but Clarent only grows brighter before the light pouring from the now white blade becomes nearly blinding. He raises the blade above his head and with a mighty roar he throws the sword forward as hard as he can, the blade's light disappearing in seconds as it buries itself into the ice, a giant glowing arc of fire aiming to cleave Toguro in two, combining the immense heat with all of Creed's physical strength. Every ounce of his energy went into this, a fire fueled by anger, hatred, malice gripping Creed's soul. The wrath of the dragon slayer was something to at least be noticed, if not feared. [b]"DIE!"[/b]